Luke's P.O.V.
Today is Tuesday.
Tuesday.
Do you know what that means?
I do.
Because today...
Ashton's....
taking me.....
on....
a......
date.
I'm such a teenage girl.
"Why are you in such a good mood?" Calum asked during breakfast.
"It just- it feels like a good day." I said, trying to contain my smile, which proved to be nearly impossible.
I honestly don't know why I'm so excited. It's just a date. With Ashton though...he makes me feel so much more like myself. He makes me want to act a completely different, he makes me want to make him smile, make him laugh. Because his laugh is the best goddamn thing I've ever heard.
Calum gave me a strange look, but just shrugged it off, and put his empty bowl in the sink.
"So, what are you doing today?" He asked me, and I focused my gaze onto my cereal.
"Uh...nothing." I said.
"Uh huh, sure." Calum rolled his eyes at me, but sent me a small smile.
Suddenly, Calum's phone started ringing, and he went into the other room to answer it.
I finished my cereal, and tried to think of things to do to keep my mind busy while I was waiting for 5:00 to arrive.
I ended up taking Ashley for a walk, and went to the same cafe where I went with her before. I ordered the same thing I did last time, and spent most of my time trying to keep her from jumping on my lap.
On the way back, we were crossing the bridge when I started to see things.
Pictures. Blurry snapshots of the dream I had some days ago. The dream I believed was a memory.
I looked at the empty bridge, and I could picture a silver car swerving to the side. I could see the glowing eyes of the deer. The sky seemed to shift from day to night, and I felt myself get dizzy when I saw myself, scratched and bloody jump out of the car before it fell off the edge.
Ashley barked once, and the pictures ended. I suddenly felt really light-headed, and quickly walked home before I passed out.
***
When I got back, I nearly collapsed on the couch, and Calum asked me what was wrong.
So I told him, and he said,
"Here, drink some water. You might be dehydrated or something." He said, handing me a cold glass of water.
"But I saw the same thing in my dream, except, in a different point of view."
"Maybe it was a flashback then." He suggested, turning of the tv. "You should probably rest, you don't look so good."
I checked my phone, it was around noon. I had a few more hours until Ashton got here.
"Yeah, okay." I said, and pulled the small, but soft, blanket over me that we kept on the couch.
He kept on the couch, I mean. Sometimes I forget that I don't really live here, and that it's only temporary.
Pushing that thought away, I closed my eyes, and soon drifted off into the land of dreams.
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